As
the world around us blows up with intentional chaos and destruction, we cope in
different ways. My husband and son, both artists, pull canvases onto easels and
tables to create in quiet determination. Their banter stays light and hopeful
as vibrant colors splash and play into their extremely different pieces.
When
not painting, my husband helped me with assembling a large galvanized steel
raised planter for my huge aloe and its pups. We built something small, and
positive, and controllable. My hands in soil, I planned ahead to winter’s inevitable
freeze with promises of insulating hay and heavy freeze blankets protecting
these plants.
We
counter chaos and destruction with creation and propagation. We narrow down our
days to whatever comes from our hands and hearts.
Copyright 2025 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman
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